Mars Ill Rap Fans Lyrics

[Verse 1: manCHILD]I vent my anger on you strangers that I've never even metAs I employ endangered medium of recordable cassettesTo audibly connect, it oughtta be correctTattoo my name on your eardrum to make sure you don't forgetMy faith and art that I protect leaves heads twitching like TorrettsAs I vomit my opinion over volatile soundsetsProject through drums pounding, dumfounding the shallowAnd keeping true heads smiling in the shadowsBaffle you with battle-tested methods from a distinguished master-linguistExtinguishing the meaningless rhetoric and jargonLeave the wack missing in action, their picture on milk cartonsAs my tongue burns like arson, opponents begging me for pardonNo crates stacked with records with my picture on the coverBut that's far from the point at hand on one had to the otherFrom foreign sands to your motherland to your dreamy wonderlandManCHILD spits so rap fans can understand the Son of Man.

[Hook]In stadiums with packed stands or just you and your mansThis jam is for the real rap fansManCHILD commands where you stand from j__an to San FranThis jam if for the real rap fansFrom NYC down to where the ATLiens landThis jam is for the real rap fansUrban lands, desert sands, rock wherever you canThis jam is for the real rap fans

[Verse 2: Sharlok Poems]Thoughts spread long and wide as cotton fieldsMany play hard make me scream Actors guildBad actors getting killed first episode of the seasonStop rhyming for one reason cuz the ink pen stopped bleedingp____ your finger the needle and start thinkingInto crowd I'm sinking, stage diving for the rap fansSpeak mine across the land like Robert Gaines with aerosol cansTruth from mouth expands like rubber band being snapped backMany crews are called wack because rhyme skills they lackFrom the mouth words drag like dog with broke backI'm floor bound, thumb tack off the walls with mineWith divine heart soul and mind and my mic skatesNumbers of souls saved climbing like Cali's crime rateLike these record crates, flipping through beats rhymes and lifeSharlok Poems and manCHILD for rap fans delight

[Hook]In stadiums with packed stands or just you and your mansThis jam is for the real rap fansSharlok commands where you stand from j__an to San FranThis jam is for the real rap fansFrom NYC down to where the Californians standUrban lands, desert sands rock wherever you canThis jam is for the real rap fans

[Verse 3: manCHILD]Fanatics buying records like the junk was p___ographicFly rhymes get you higher than an addict in an atticDon't stop for red lights and the mic directs the trafficClimb Everest just to see the best correctly stab itBlood, sweat and tears for years because you gotta have itSo fat when I bust raps, the doc told me to cut backBut I make tracks for all of you cats and you don't want thatThe backpack a__assins, fatty marker tagginBlack and Anglo Saxon, any race you can imagineHolding down your area to start a chain reactionThe fans deserve a hand cuz you made rap the main attractionIf you listen for the love and you're sick of all the babblingI rain down like the weather, bring the pain like a contractionClearer than cellophane on plexiglass styleIt's Sharlok Poems and soul heir the manCHILDWhile the wack stack grands and don't care if you clap handsI take a stand and make a jam for the real rap fansTake a stand and make a jam for the real rap fansTake a stand and make jams for the real rap fans